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Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Last year around the middle of December I noticed that Noel Piper was
posting daily advent readings. The word
advent was not unfamiliar to me. However, it was something I had never celebrated/practiced
so I didn’t fully understand the advent season.
Since I was a child I had seen advent calendars, typically filled with
tiny pieces of chocolate for each day of December. So I assumed it was simply the countdown to
Christmas day. The daily readings held
so much more than a piece of chocolate; so I decided to dig a little deeper
about this season of advent.

What I found was eye-opening. The
word advent means coming. It isn't just
a tradition but a reflection of the thousands of years that led to the coming
of Christ, God robed in flesh as a baby.

All the way from Genesis to Malachi the journey of the Israelites
points to a desperate need for a King, a Savior, a Redeemer, a Deliverer, a
Sacrifice. The Israelites could not do
it on their own. They could not uphold the law.
They could not offer enough animal blood to cover their sins. No matter how hard they tried they could not
deliver themselves from slavery. Even of
the Godliest of men that arose to lead them, they would still need more. But not just them. We
need a savior. We need delivering.

I no longer want to ignore or overlook what led to Jesus’ birth, the
reason for His coming. I no longer want to rush through this season of
remembering. The history of God's people, the Israelites, is crucial in the
magnificence of God delivering me from my sin through the word becoming flesh.

“The incarnation of the Savior of the
world

could have come to pass in any number of
ways.

But God, in his infinite wisdom,

chose this couple for this night in this
shelter.

This boy, the angel had told them,

would be the heir to David’s throne.

He would be

their wonderful counselor,

their mighty God,

their everlasting Father,

their Prince of Peace.

The government would be upon his
shoulders.”

Behold the Lamb of God by Russ Ramsey

Based upon Isaiah 9:2-7

And do you know what else I learned? There will be another, different
advent, a second coming.

I have prayed many prayers for my daughter since we received
the phone call about her on May 3, 2012.
I always pray for her salvation.
That the Lord will draw her to Himself and adopt her into His family so
that she will know an adoption greater than her physical adoption into the
Wilson family. I also have found myself thanking
God for knitting her together in the womb of her birth mother. She is fearfully and wonderfully made! I pray that she will praise God for that on
her own someday, but for now I am praising Him on her behalf. I am also thanking Him for writing her days
before they ever came to be and that those days have led her to our family.

I will never forget the first time I saw her big, beautiful brown
eyes and long eyelashes. My heart
overflowed with love for this tiny creation, God’s creation for our family. I
couldn’t wait to wrap my arms around her.
Several months and lots of tears later I was able to do just that. As I walked into her room our eyes
locked. She was sitting up in a bumbo
waiting for us. Bending down to her
level, our eyes never parted and I slowly picked her up trying to gauge her
comfort level with me. She still never
took her eyes off of me, intensely studying this white lady that was enveloping
her. As I pulled her close, she
comfortably laid her head on my shoulder and snuggled in. This is where she fit. Even before the creation of the world it was
God’s plan for her to be my daughter and for me to be her mommy. Tears streamed down my face as I turned her toward
B and said, “She knows I’m her mama.”

Roxie is God’s and He has entrusted her to us on this earth
to raise under His truth, teaching her the gospel each day of her life. We are thankful and honored and oh so blessed
to be her parents.

Meet Roxie . . . she has the biggest, darkest brown eyes, a
crinkle in her nose when she smiles, a new discovery of her tongue, and two new
teeth peeking out from her perfectly pink baby gums. She is officially and legally our daughter!

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I remember some Sunday nights after church my mom announcing that we were having hodge podge for supper. Which meant we were having a little bit of this and a little bit of that, whatever was in the refrigerator. I must say that is the perfect way to describe the Wilson family, a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Whether it's gardening, cooking, sewing, or traveling it's what makes our home exciting. This is my attempt at sharing that hodge podge excitement with you!